Meet me under the twining trees
where lovers perished beneath the branches
that form the shape of my heartbeat
breathing through the slivery moonlight dew.
Swirling upon the river of poison fears
the skeletons of two lovers meet
to hold each other again until the moonlight disappears
crumbling to pieces under the sun's burning gaze.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments1
They been there too long! They will fall to pieces. lol.
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